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Letras:Robin Thicke. Dirty It Up.

You wanna be a movie star
Dripped with gold and ice
You wanna go around the world
Run from your poltergeist

And look like a supermodel
Driving a big black car
When you strut down through Manhattan
Everyone knows who you are

And you've been keeping secrets
You wanna do naughty things
Just watched some french movie
And now you wanna fuck in the rain

Maybe you want somebody to watch us
Or let someone in
Do you want me to touch you slow
Or do you want to get rough again

Baby, I can give you everything
You'd be set but i'm a freak
And i need you to be freaky with me too

Your the one, I can take to momma
But when'd we'd get home you'd know
What I need when we up in the sheets

Come on lets
dirty it up (8x)
you got it now

It gets harder everyday
To keep a smile up on my face
But I've learned I know the way
With you up in my place

And theres nothing i won't do

Then try my best for you
Lets take off what were wearin'
And get screamin' and cryin' and swearin'


You wanna play secretary
Want me to be the boss
You give me what i need
I give you what you want

Baby, I can give you everything you deserve
You'd be set but i'm a freak
And i need you to be freaky with me too

Your the one, I can take to momma
But when'd we'd get home you'd know
What I need when we up in the sheets

Baby lets
dirty it up (8x)
you got it now

It gets harder everyday
To keep a smile up on my face
But I've learned I know the way
With you up in my place

And theres nothing i won't do
Then try my best for you
Lets take off what were wearin'
And get screamin' and cryin' and swearin'

dirty it up
you got it now